For a minute you were sweet:
Lost in the sweet
Viscous delicious
Stuck to the skin of
wrapped in the limbs of
Your sweet.
The minute-hand ticked
(a month or two in a tick)
To the other side of sweet:
The hangover.
Next minute you were mean:
Lost in the mean
dishing me vicious
Stuck to the sin of...
wrapped in the limbs of...
frosty fear-based mean.
The minute-hand ticked
(a month or two in a tick)
Till the sweet and the mean...
....mingled with seconds.
I love you between the seconds
which tick an alternating current
of viscous sweet
of vicious mean-
I try and love you best
in the inbetween.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem